Shower in thunder
Push into the night
Where everything breathes
Down the lane
Tracing the shadows
Between the flashes
Between breaths
Between footsteps
Between your fingers
Running for something—

That single lamppost
That arc of light
That break in night
The true mark of flight…
Breech the circle of orange glow
Crossing—

Past the wood
Past the deer
Past the rocks
The river flows—

Down where the swamps grow
Down where time slows
Until you stop
And the bog rolls around you
Thick like molasses
A rocky island in the night
A spit of land in the night
A limb of land in the night—

Amuse yourself if you must
Spend your time here, aye, if you willBuilding in circles
Moving in circles
Forgetting in circles…
Wood and star and
Rock and hush and
Staring and starring
Drawing you in
Lapping the silent thick
Mudding your knees—

And the silences inbetween—

Just, don’t disturb the water
Don’t get the river upon ye—

How long have I been here?
Slip away the years…

That night you cannot get at
Those damp molasses swirls
That lapping, dark hole
Eye of dark water
Haunting marshmallow and cream
Mudded chocolate, stale dream
Don’t disturb the river
Don’t get the water upon yea—

Down where the swamps grow
Land of the cool slow
Full stop
And the bog rolls around you.

…Until your fingers slip
Slick, grasp for a stone
A piece of rock—No, wood—
The desire to know…
To throw, shatter the Eye
And remember—